Leo Tolstoy Archive
Written: 1898
Source: Translated by Nathan Haskell Dole
Transcription/Markup: Andy Carloff
Online Source: RevoltLib.com; 2021
It was growing dark. The owls began to fly in the forest, over the ravine, in search of their prey.
A big gray hare was bounding over the field, and began to smooth his fur.
An old owl, as she sat on the bough, was watching the gray hare ; and a young owl said, " Why don't you pounce down on the hare ? "
The old one replied :
" I am not strong enough. The hare is large. If you should clutch him, he would carry you off into the thicket."
But the young owl said :
" Why, I could hold him with one claw, and with the other I could cling to the tree."
And the young owl swooped down on the hare, clutched his back with his claw in such a way that all the nails sank into the fur, and he was going to cling to the tree with the other claw ; and he said to him- self :
" He will not escape."
But the hare darted himself away, and pulled the owl in two. One claw remained in the tree ; the other in the hare's back.
The next year a sportsman killed this hare, and was surprised to find on his back the talons of a full-grown owl.